If I drink it, will you go?

 

Shut up, shut up, I'm not listening.
Sixty times around now, and still
not what I want to hear. Enough
with the three am visits.


Yeah, there's a reason I stopped
picking up. Stop trying to trick
me with a false trail of breadcrumbs.
Your words still taste of acid


and your reasoning would tempt
a philosopher to the hemlock.
I think — you know what?
I'm done thinking. I'm better off


drinking this amnesiac brew
then punching through a few days
until you forget my address.
Rewind/erase never looked so good.